Nanchuan's Old Dream.......... If there is no hope, settle for it....
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The last time I saw Jiang Xiaoye was on a snowy day in my senior year of high school. He stood at the corner of the teaching building, with a black scarf covering half of his face, only revealing his eyes that were once filled with starlight. I clutched the crumpled confession letter, my fingertips stiff with cold, but I heard him say to the girl next to me: "Yi Yaoci? I don't know her."
Does he really not know me? He must be pretending not to know me, he must be! It must be!
We have shared countless evening self-study sessions, and the sound of his pen tip scratching across the draft paper when he lectured was clearer than the chirping of cicadas outside the window. I secretly tucked a dried ginkgo leaf into his physics notebook, and seeing the reddish color at the base of his ears when he discovered it made me happy all night long.
But he has to leave eventually.
On the day when his quota for admission came down, he packed his schoolbag very quickly, as if there was a scourge chasing behind him. The peace charm I put in the hole in his desk was left in the dusty corner, and the red rope was broken into two pieces.
It rained heavily during the graduation ceremony. I watched him walk into the rain curtain holding an umbrella, his back as tall and straight as if it had never been bent by the world. The only profile photo of him stored in his phone was taken during a sports meeting. The sunlight fell on his eyelashes, and it was unbelievably gentle.
The old locust tree at the entrance of the alley has lost its leaves again. I finally dare to admit that some of my feelings are destined to be buried in my heart from the beginning, just like the goodbyes that I could not say that winter, which were eventually covered by heavy snow and left no trace.
Among the stories of those years, there was a person who impressed me deeply.
..................... If there is no hope, settle for it......
Purpose: I believe that everyone has her/him in their own mind when they first fall in love.
